I do not own Harry Potter and Ignorance is SO NOT bliss

I do not own Harry Potter and Ignorance is SO NOT bliss.

I would like to thank someone for pointing out something in a review and hopefully I have fixed the screw up. He was one of two non member Viewers to point it out to me. And the only one to do it with a kind tact and simply pointing it out unlike the other one who was a patronizing ass about it, hence his got deleted but I left the other one alone. I do take criticism folks, and the non member who wrote his out was perfectly acceptable because he had tact and did not come off like a bloody know it all when it came to the way I write.

Chapter 67

Sickness

As those of the light thought and savored the first taste of calm for several days, among those of the dark. Tensions only grew...

Draco as well as some of more of the younger death eaters were getting crucioed now more the ever. Cormac as Voldemort's new 'pet' still took the brunt of it. But since Potter came back and has been forcing stalemates?

Well...a body can only stay conscious for so long.

And it has only steadily gotten worse; with a fair amount of the allies that Voldemort had counted on leaving to become one again with the light. The Wolves were virtually gone as despite Greyback still being an alpha, they had felt calls stronger then the insane wolf's and had left to join as their instinct commanded.

That had been a blow to Greyback, whom despite being emotionally driven as he was. Logic that had come to him as instincts became stronger, were telling him to go and submit to the others.

But he refused, Werewolf or not, he would submit to NO ONE!

Even Voldemort was growing wary of him, as others left. Some of the vampires had stayed, but what hurt was the loss of the giants. He had counted on them that once he gained enough power to bring down the ancient wards of Hogwarts, to bring the castle to the ground.

Somehow and he knows Potter is at fault for this, they had become smarter. Their minds had taken on an intelligent look, and they were no longer as stupid as he has always taken them for. When he had insulted the half giant headmistress of Beauxbatons, he had no idea that the leader of the giants beside him was her father.

And although he still loved to destroy things, he loved his daughter more and he understood that derogatory tone concerning Madame Maxine.

He was not a happy giant and in his wake as he left. The giants had left a path of intense destruction on purpose. He had his minions around the clock, still fixing his home.

But he was meaning to remodel to a degree anyhow. He was enjoying torturing his prisoners as they hastily worked. Wizard and Muggle alike were in chains of his creation. Chains that amplified Pain and anger...

Made the screams so much more exquisite to his ears, as he walked by them hard at work, and dying to please him to spare themselves the pain of his wrath. It mattered not though, they were weak and not worth his time. Casting a crucio at a woman, just to hear her scream, he watched with delight as she fell from her high perch. Her body connecting to the ground with a loud thud, he already could tell she was dead.

It was then that he summoned his new friend with hissing sounds of pleasure. Unlike Nagini, who was also his Horcrux at the time. This snake although equally as deadly when it came to the coils wrapped a body, it was also highly poisonous. Just one drop of its venom was like acid on anything organic.

"Sashima...supper is ready."

The snake hissing with pleasure as she hears the words of her master, Death Eater and prisoner alike got out of the way, afraid that the snake will turn on them as well. The Dark Lord simply smiles and continues on in taking a nice and quiet stroll.

Watching as the vile snake man for lack of any better term goes off and further away. Snape finds himself bring Draco Malfoy several potions to heal the injured and to share with the others around him. Snape and Malfoy since, Harry's reappearance has steadily been gaining more support among those under him.

Among them surprisingly was Pansy Parkinson, the now young woman had thought being with the Dark Lord was all that she could live for. But what she had seen being done over the years since his coming forth and the 'death' of Harry Potter. Made her sick...

She may not like mudbloods or blood traitors all that much, but that careless tossing away of life? And in such a way, as to hand those over to Bellatrix and then Dean to play with...it made her sick to her stomach. She had seen the results of one of their experiments far to many times.

And each time, it was steadily getting worse.

Her last straw had only been two months ago, when Dean was playing with a young boy in a potion he had made. One that he discovered in a book...

Pansy refused to talk about it with himself and Draco, but it made her tremble and not able to eat for days as she was the one made to clean it up. All she could tell Draco, was the parts were still moving...they were still moving!

Just the images of what she could be referring to, had made both men violently ill at the thoughts and pictures in their minds.

Since then, more of the death eaters had been steadily changing their minds. Some fleeing for their lives, not many had escaped the wrath of the Dark Lord. You see among the few creatures there, the vampires with a majority of the wolves gone had been given free reign over those that try to leave.

Many died...

And as Harry won or caused the Dark lord's plans to stall, more and more of those still loyal felt themselves being punished for his doings. The pets that they had been bringing them over the years no longer worked. Even now Cormac McClaggen was out cold from the intense crucio he had been put under for a few minutes. Most would not be surprised if the man was now insane like the Longbottoms from years before.

"What are we going to do Draco? He's getting worse with every day that passes?" Pansy asked quietly as the blonde handed her some potions to keep her healthy and steadily passed some to the prisoners without the others looking. Those who had been caught knew and stopped the new ones who had come in pleading among the muggles and wizards alike.

These men and women had managed to not bend despite the pain and torture that they had been enduring and appreciated all that these men tried to do to alleviate some of the pain.

"We do what we can and pray that Potter finds a way to stop him." The blonde said quietly.

"And what if he doesn't? We can't go like this forever, I mean damnit it Draco! He only got by through the skin of his teeth when were at Hogwarts and that was with the help of the Weasel and the Mudblood!"

"I know Pansy!" Draco hissed. "Say it out louder; I don't think the Dark Lord heard you!"

Wincing a bit at the reminder of their position, Pansy whispers softly. "Draco, though he only got by with the help of them. How can we expect him to get through this now?"

"We don't." Draco said quietly. "We don't expect him to..."

"Draco?"

"Pansy if we expect him to do something, it puts pressure on him to succeed. Pressure in this day and age that you and both know he does not need. It is what led to his downfall before at the hands of the Dark Lord. Do you really want to risk it happening again?"

The young woman was startled as for the first time Draco reminded her of the past. The happiness they had both felt at what happened to Potter was wonderful in their eyes in the beginning. But as time told, the world that they did knew did not change.

It only got worse...

"No I don't want it happening again. Back then...at least we had peace...we were able to have fun."

"But now?"

"Now it's horrible..." She whispered. "No one smiles...no one."